Chapter Twelve

Tiffany burst into tears quite a bit the next day but, she had to go on. She decided to vacate the apartment, not being able to bear the thought of continuing to live there. She wished she could take the painted walls with her but, she couldn't so she took Polaroid snapshots of them with Chucky's old camera.

It took her two days to pack everything up and haul it into the car. She would be going back to Hackensack where Chucky was to be buried and then she would be getting the cheapest housing available. Thankfully, she and Chucky had stashed quite a bit of money so, she would be on her feet pretty quickly. And after she settled into what was to be her new home, she would go and take care of that bastard, and Eddie would get his as well.

Tiffany made sure to save any newspaper clippings mentioning Chucky and pretty soon she owned a trailer, she lived some hours away from Hackensack, but, that was alright. She didn't need constant reminders of the short amount of time she and Chucky had had together. It was too painful.

On the day his body was buried, Tiffany couldn't hold in her grief. She cried as they lowered the coffin that contained him. It wasn't fair. They were going to get married, and now nothing. Her love was gone and it was Eddie's fault for leaving him and Bradley fault for calling the cops.

She would kill Eddie if she ever found him but, he was merely a smudge on the bigger picture. She would make Bradley fucking pay. She looked down sadly wishing she had a friend to help her through this. She had never made any, consumed by her love. "It is going to rain soon dear girl, best be getting home," said the priest. He reminded her a little of Bradley, and that just made her want to get away faster.

"I will thank you father," she replied, through gritted teeth. She walked away, needing to get home. She ran the rest of the way, which was pretty difficult in black stilettos mind you. That night, she was in her vintage claw footed tub, soaking in her favorite bubble bath, watching her tiny television, they were giving reruns of the show The Addams Family. Followed by her other favorite show, The Munsters. It did nothing to ease her.

Bradley had to die, and then so did that cockroach Eddie. She drank her wine and then twisted the engagement ring on her finger. It was so beautiful, she cried again. She hated that she kept crying. She could hear Chucky saying something like "Why are you crying Tiff? And, who do I have to kill to make you feel better?" She smiled through the tears, hearing his voice in her head and remembering the guys Chucky killed whenever they tried to hit on her.

She loved that he got jealous and protective of her, those were the times that made her remember that he did love her, even if he hadn't said it in years. She drained her glass of wine, turned off the television and got out of the tub. She got dressed and walked over to the small table in the tiny kitchen, Chucky's hunting knife sat there, and she knew what she was going to do.

She would stake out her old home and on a night he was out, she would get into the house and surprise dear old daddy. She wondered if he left the house exactly as it had been the night she and Chucky had killed her mother. Maybe he never got the blood stains off of the carpet, maybe the place was littered with liquor bottles and maybe he was more of an alcoholic than her mother had been. She hoped he'd be a broken man so that she could kill him all the more joyously.

All she knew was that, revenge was a cruel mistress. And her father was going to feel her pain as well as his last dying breaths.

A/N: Ok I did not particularly like this chapter. It was short and pretty much a filler. Sorry for the fillers. But, I guess I put so much into the final chapter that, I really had nothing left for this one. Hopefully you're not too disappointed with me. Thanks again to every favorite, follow, and reviews. Love you all!